Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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16 THE TARGET HOW SHE PROVED HER METTLE. Jewel Merton was glad it was Sat- urday, because she disliked her school and also because for two days she would be at liberty. Her three cousins, Grace, Doris and Matilda, and Aunt Mary had gone to spend two or three days at a friend ' s house in the mountains, and Jewel had assured them that she was quite capable of being left alone. But suddenly, as she looked down the dusty road, she felt homesick and wished to return to Mexico, where her father was. Nobody cares whether I stay here or not, she thought. None of the girls like me although Aunt Mary does. Oh bother, those chickens are loose again. After shooing and coaxing the chickens back to their pen, Jewel sad- dled her pony and resolved to take a long ride. She didn ' t care where, particularly. A few minutes later she was riding down the long, dusty road. Seeing a long way off a mound on the road, Jewel quickened her horse ' s pace and soon reached it. It was the wagon that Aunt Mary and the girls had been riding in when they left, scarce- ly an hour ago. The wagon must have broken, said Jewel aloud. I wonder where they are! The horses, also, had disappeared, andjewel was going after them in the direction she thought they had taken, when she became aware of a man riding rapidly toward her. Jewel was certain that she had never seen him before. Yer Aunt Mary and the gals are at the ranch house, he said. I think they kinder want you. All right, replied Jewel, I ' ll go to them. But she got off her horse as soon as she was out of his sight and crept back through the bushes at the side of the road. They couldn ' t have come back, she reasoned, be- cause I would have passed them. I ' m goingto see what he ' s up to. When she got to the place where she had left the man, he was nowhere to be seen. Gone, too, was the wagon, and Jewel, mystified, had turned to go away, when her ear caught the sound of hammering, which seemed to come from underground. For two or three minutes she stood afraid to move. Then her hand went up to the revolver her father had given her in Mexico and she laughed at her fears. Running silently to the road, she looked around until her eye caught sight of a place where twigs were bent and broken. Following this trail, Jewel came at length to a cave-like opening, which she entered without hesitation. Stepping fearless- ly into a wide space where two men were just completing a second open- ing in the ground, Jewel fired two shots into the ground. The men faced about, but concluded to run, and a moment later were lost to sight. Oh Jewel, how can I ever thank you? exclaimed Aunt Alary. Those men were evidently smugglers who captured us because they needed our horses. Then they brought us to this cave, where you have found us. You are very brave, I think. Grace, who had been very silent during this time, now spoke, Jewel, won ' t you teach me to shoot? You can teach me in the mountains, be- cause now we ' re all going there to- gether. DOROTHY BENNETT.

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THE TARGET 15 PIANO CLUB. Upper row, left to right — Terrill Durbrow, Roberta Holmes, Henry Snyder, Herbert Daube, Gait Bell, Albert Becker, Blanch Eastland, Jean Scotford. Second row — Elizabeth Roberts, Luella Longenecker, Minnie Chan, Muriel Ditzler, Beulah Butler, Muriel Durgin, Bettina Collom, Gertrude Seaver, Amybeth Payson, Lorena Edwards. Second row — Marjorie McCullough, Margaret Giesler, Lois Brock. Lillian Leland, Margaret Wishard, Ruth Sorrick, Muriel Collins, Camille Haynes, Pauline Elder, Eleanor Mead, Louise Runckel. Lower row — Barbara Simpson, Eleanor Bonner, Natalie Raymond, Anita Foss, Loretta Wardlaw, Gertrude Hatch, Eleanor Stillman, Laura Bolton. THE GLEE CLUB. There have been a few changes in the personnel of the Club recently. Several members have been added to the roll: Bases, Walter St. John, Ed- ward Barnard, George Eldredge, Louis Dougherty; altos: Mildred Whitaker, Geraldine Quillman, Jane Lawson, Elsbeth Schneider, Kiyo Kiyo Uyeyama, Dorothy Manasse; soprano: Priscilla Collom. Byrl Mit- chell was transferred from the altos to the soprano section; Blewitt Howat left school; and Bernice Waugh, Alice Greer, Charlotte Ar- nold and Mary Burger dropped out. SPRING. Oh Spring has come with joy and mirth, With singing bird and babbling brook, To spread its cheer o ' er all the earth, And fill with beauties every nook. It is a season of good cheer, A time of sunshine and of shower. In honor of this time of year, Come let us dance in fairy bower! ADALENE LEWIS.

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THE TARGET 17 JUST MY STORY. My mother and father are both Hawaiian polo ponies and so am I. Allstar, my mother, is considered a very fine pony. My father, Carry-the- News, is one of the best polo ponies in the world. Quicksilver is my name. Called so because I am so quick and because I am a deep bay except for my two forelegs which are a silvery gray. I have always been admired as far back as I can remember. People always say when they see me, How odd! My youngest colthood days were spent just like any other colt ' s. When I grew old enough to understand, All- star used to tell me about the games she had played in. They always ex- cited me and I longed for the day when I would play. I did not have to wait long though, for when I was only a year old they began teaching me to follow a ball and obey com- mands. I was broken to saddle at two and it was then that my real training began. My trainer had me on the field every day for three months teaching me to obey his slightest wish and the quick turns which are so necessary in the game. Then came the little white ball again and I had followed it for two weeks when my trainer decided to put me in a practice game and see what I could do among the other horses. That first game was a nightmare to me. There were seven other horses besides myself but it seemed as though there were a hundred. Every way I turned there were excited horses. I was frightened and tried to get away from the mix-up. My train- er must have known how I felt for he let me run down the field. His pur- pose I was not long in learning for the ball shot past me and I immedi- ately started after it. In two seconds I was in the confusion again. I did not mind it now for I was working with my rider and we were both after the ball. I was tired and sore when I came out of that first practice game. My trainer himself helped to give me my first rub-down. They rubbed me with cloths first, then wrapped me in steam- ing blankets and then in ice-cold ones. I objected to these two operations strenuously. After the cold applica- tion I was dried and massaged with oil until I thought my hide was com- ing off. This first attempt at a game mark- ed the beginning of many others and it was not long before I was the best pony in these practice frolics, as they came to be. One morning I was rid- den by a different man. I liked him and the way he handled me. He in turn remarked to my trainer, That is the best horse in the bunch. Fix him up and will take him home with me and try him out in the game against Main next week. Walter Dillingham was going to ride me in the game against Main! I could hardly believe my ears. Mr. Dillingham came to my stall after the game and patting me said, Quicksilver, if it had not been for that last run of yours we should have lost the game. I think you will more than equal your father. I am trying hard to equal him, be- cause that means my master ' s ap- proval and playing in the Internation- al Polo Games. ISABELLA HILL.